The random musings of Fiona Cooke Hogan

Category: Scribbles

Blog posts are hard to come by these days. Like a toothache, the idea of writing niggles away at me, occasionally rising to a mixed crescendo of pain and irritation before easing and then disappearing again. I want to sit down and write, I feel the urge, the desire but I suppress the words - … Continue reading On Not Writing

Time travel has always been a source of fascination to me. I grew up on Dr Who and of course, just by mentioning my Doctors; Tom Baker and Jon Pertwee, I realize I'm giving a nod to my advancing years. Saturday nights meant eating buttered crumpets in pyjamas, glued to the television screen watching rubber … Continue reading Parallel Universes and Dr Who

Happiness is a cup of herbal tea on a wooden bench beneath an overhanging rowan branch. It's the slight breeze rippling down the hill that kisses the back of my neck. It's in the quiet country road and the cyclist who passes the gate in his own private world. It's in the stretch of the … Continue reading Mindful Musings

Today I'm talking about falling down and getting up again. Multiple times. Life's a bitch and then you die, they say. Life really can be the most obnoxious, foul-mouthed party guest you never invited, she can abuse you and talk about you behind your back and knock you off your shaky pedestal before slamming the … Continue reading On Falling Down…And getting up again

So, March - it's about bloody time. I thought we'd never see the back of February! And I'm not talking about the WiHM promotion - that was great, loved every minute of it. No, I'm talking about all those grey, miserable days, when it was hard to tell the difference between twilight and morning. The … Continue reading Here, Hare, Here – March Arrives and it’s about time.

More and more often these days, writing is like pulling teeth. It starts out as a niggling sensation, a feeling that something is not right, something's amiss, as if by not writing daily (as was my habit), I have opened up this void, like teasing a loose thread until a hole appears in one's sweater. … Continue reading Forcing the Words and Writer’s Anxiety

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I'm a writer and poet living deep in the heart of the Irish countryside. Because I'm rather greedy, I won't be tied to one genre; I write romantic, fairytale, horror, historical, suspense, thriller, crime, comedy and children's fiction. And I work in many mediums from novels to flash fiction, prose and poetry to screenwriting.
Unusual fiction best describes my work - a little offbeat, a bit like myself really. I hope you enjoy my scribblings about life, writing and anything that comes into my head.